Full Moon Party

So, it's been about a week, but I wanted to write about something cool.  Last Sunday we had our sixth Full Moon Party here at the bar.  Every month I generally wait until the last minute to find entertainment, decide on what specials we'll have, and even who will work at what has become the biggest event we have at the bar.  Starting in December of last year, we offered trashcan punch and had an IPod playing on a rented sound system.  Since, we've had some great bands and DJs, huge fires, a variety of shots, visitors from all over the central Pacific coast and tourists from around the world.  It's not particularly famous outside of our little village here, but it's a damn fun evening. 

This time it seemed we might be headed for another IPod night, but two days before the big night I heard a cool DJ at a club in Jaco, and decided to hire him for the evening after liking what I heard.  I always get a little stressed as the FMP approaches.  I am always worried that the entertainment won't show up.  Or they will, and then the people won't show.  Or they will all show, and people won't have fun, and then they won't come the next time.  But, it seems, things have always worked out.  And they certainly did on Sunday. 

We only had about 70 people here, smaller than the last one where we had almost 100, but 70 is still a very good number for this bar.  The DJ showed, and started a little off, but by 8:00, people started dancing.  As always, we had a very cool mix of people.  Old, young, gringo, tico.  The music was mixed well too.  American classics, hip hop, latino.  Add a few good looking girls to the mix, and people had fun.  And I had fun.  

I didn't start dancing until perhaps 11:00, but we didn't stop until almost 3:00.  Pepper and Shilka were behind the bar with me, but after about 11:00, Pepper took off, and Shilka and I traded off turns on the dance floor.  Perhaps there were only about 15 or 20 of us after midnight, but we filled the bar with fun.  Flaco, our guard here at the bar, certainly wins the most fun award.  He was dancing, or shall we say grinding, with half a dozen very attractive girls on the dance floor, soaking it up like he was the king of the world.  And for a few sweet minutes, he was.  

Good, clean, drunk, sweaty fun.